Red Stone Planet

Obsidian Planet Council.

"You have all seen the data on that Saiyan, haven't you?"

The speaker was a member of the Star Race, standing over two meters tall with translucent, deep blue skin that shimmered with constant points of light.

Turles' transformation into a Great Ape and his subsequent rampage had ultimately caught the attention of those who mattered, naturally including the Obsidian Planet's highest governing body—the Obsidian Planet Council. The one speaking was none other than the current Chairman of the Council, Savila!

The Obsidian Planet was under the protection of the universe's three major powers, so its highest governing body was naturally composed of representatives from those same three factions. The position of Council Chairman rotated among them. Beyond that, there were two Vice Chairmen, who were also candidates for the next term, and beneath them were dozens of senators. These individuals were either from powerful races across the universe or representatives of the local Obsidian Planet business circles. Together, they managed the Obsidian Planet, this massive cornucopia of wealth!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! A Battle Power of 850,000. How many years has it been since we've seen such a powerful individual? A Saiyan? Weren't they wiped out by Frieza? How did such a powerhouse suddenly emerge?" a member of the Lava Race, his body crackling with sparks, exclaimed.

"Indeed! I recall the last time was over three hundred years ago. That battle nearly destroyed the Obsidian Planet. Such powerhouses can bring about destruction just by moving a muscle!" An elder of the Shadow Assassin Race also sighed with inexplicable emotion.

"What? Is the old man starting to get scared?" a member of the Three-Eyed Race, with an extra eye on his forehead, mocked.

Someone nearby, annoyed by the Three-Eyed Race member's arrogance, retorted sarcastically, "Young man, don't be so hot-headed!"

The Three-Eyed Race member didn't back down, snapping back, "If you aren't hot-headed, are you even a young man?"

"Say that again, I dare you?"

"Scared of you? What if I say it again? You want to fight?"

"..." The scene began to descend into chaos.

The three high-ranking officials sitting in the chairs of honor watched the messy scene below with expressionless faces, long since accustomed to such behavior. The Vice Chairman representing the Galactic Patrol spoke to the other two: "Savila, this Saiyan has already been recruited by your Mercenary Alliance. What is your plan?"

"Indeed! That fellow Bels is quite lucky to have recruited such a powerhouse. It seems he has a bright future ahead of him!" the representative of the Commercial Alliance added with praise.

Savila couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. "Rest assured, Bels has already selected a planet, and he will be sending him away from the Obsidian Planet soon. This incident was merely an accident; it will not happen again!"

"Is that so? That's wonderful! No, I mean, that's such a pity. We haven't had a chance to get well-acquainted with this Saiyan yet!"

"Yes, indeed!"

Watching the two of them speak with insincerity, Savila, who was in a good mood, didn't hold it against them. He simply shook his head and continued to watch the argument unfolding below.

Turles naturally did not know that the management on the Obsidian Planet was already brainstorming ways to get rid of him as quickly as possible, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, as he had never intended to stay on the Obsidian Planet forever.

He was currently very satisfied with Bels' efficiency. He hadn't expected that in such a short time, he would have already helped him select a planet. Finally, his people had a place to call home.

Red Stone Planet. This was the planet the Mercenary Alliance had screened for Turles—a young, ownerless planet located in the western part of the galactic center. It was named for its reddish geological composition and was one of the life-sustaining planets under the jurisdiction of the Mercenary Alliance.

Looking at the image of the planet on the projection, Paragus felt very excited. This was a planet belonging to the Saiyans, and it was his planet as well—though he dared not say that out loud.

Turles was also drawn to this beautiful planet, but he still remembered his own requirements. He quickly calmed down from his joy and looked toward Betis.

As the manager of the Obsidian Planet Mercenary Arena, Bels was naturally quite skilled at reading people. He understood Turles's intent just by looking at his eyes. He gave a slight nod, operated the tablet in his hand for a moment, and then handed it over to Turles.

Taking the tablet, Turles looked over the various terms and conditions. After a rough scan, he scrolled to the bottom and saw the seal of the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance. He nodded in satisfaction, once again expressing his gratitude to Bels and acknowledging his competence.

After seeing Bels off, Turles and his group couldn't wait to start discussing their departure time for Red Stone Planet. However, before that, they needed to finalize a new name for the planet.

Turles and Broly had no thoughts on the matter, leaving only Paragus and Raditz to bicker over the name.

"Planet Paragus!" Paragus spoke first, making no effort to hide his ambition.

"No way!" It wasn't Turles who objected, but Raditz, the one with the lowest combat power among the four!

Seeing that Turles hadn't objected yet, Raditz had jumped the gun. Paragus immediately glared at him with furious eyes.

Although Raditz felt a bit of fear inside, he stood his ground against Paragus's wrath and firmly opposed the proposal.

Paragus naturally wanted the planet to be named after himself, but this time, Raditz was surprisingly stubborn. He was even willing to risk the threat of extra training from Paragus to fight to the end, which piqued Turles's curiosity.

Curious, Turles asked, "Raditz, what's your idea?"

Hearing Turles ask him, Raditz puffed out his chest and said as if it were obvious, "Since Turles is the strongest among us four Saiyans, the planet should naturally be called Planet Turles!"

Upon hearing this name, the group had mixed reactions. Paragus's face darkened instantly; although he recovered quickly, even Broly could see that his smile was extremely forced.

Turles, meanwhile, felt so awkward he wanted to crawl into a hole. After glaring fiercely at this troublemaker, he flatly rejected Raditz's proposal.

Giving Paragus a deep look, Turles turned his gaze to Broly and asked, "Broly, do you have any thoughts?"

Broly hadn't expected Turles to ask him. He was stunned for a moment, but soon broke into a smile and replied, "You decide, Turles. Whatever name you pick will definitely be great!"

Hearing Broly's answer, the others nearly collapsed. Paragus was so frustrated he wanted to bang his head against a wall; he felt like this son was a lost cause.

Turles knew that Broly had always trusted him as his only friend, but he hadn't expected such absolute faith in this regard as well. It left Turles feeling both touched and helpless, though being trusted was always a good thing, especially when it came from a friend.

Turles had no particular interest in naming rights, nor did he care to compete with Paragus for it. In the end, he left Paragus and Raditz to continue their debate while he and Broly simply walked away.

However, they never reached a good consensus. Helpless, they had to set the matter aside for now and decide only after they had inspected Red Stone Planet in person. They did, however, quickly agree on a departure time: three days later.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye!

After confirming the details of the hyperspace ship with Bels once more, Turles took the contact information Bels had provided, left Obsidian Planet, and set off on his journey to Red Stone Planet.

Red Stone Planet was not far from Obsidian Planet. In less than a week, their ship arrived in the outer space surrounding the planet.

Red Stone Planet lived up to its name. Looking at it from the ship, the entire planet appeared like a ruby embedded in a black curtain, exceptionally striking!

"It really looks just like one," Raditz suddenly muttered in a low voice.

Raditz's voice roused the group from their daze.

"What do you mean, 'it looks just like it'?" Turles asked.

"He's talking about Planet Vegeta. Like Red Stone Planet, Planet Vegeta appears red from space, and its geology is also red. That's why Raditz said it looks just like it!" Paragus spoke up, his tone tinged with melancholy.

"Is that so?" Turles had no memory of Planet Vegeta. Like Son Goku, he had been exiled while still an infant.

However, he could understand the feelings of Raditz and Paragus. After all, it was their home planet. Even though Saiyans were generally indifferent, being able to continue their race on a planet similar to their home world was, it must be said, a stroke of luck.

Pulling himself together, Turles ordered the spaceship to begin its descent.

Stepping onto the land once more, Turles felt a pang of regret. He should have had Bels build some basic structures on the planet first. He hadn't expected the world to be so desolate; there wasn't a single trace of civilization—it was entirely in a primitive, wild age.

Helpless, Turles and the others had no choice but to begin their life of pioneering. Fortunately, their combat power was at a crushing level on this planet, and the various wild beasts only served as extra meals for them. In less than two days, they had finished building a camp, and Turles began his attempt to master the Great Ape Power.